As Schubert offers an upright,
to those fixed, blue eyes
ascends the octaves over the house,
Our time gently flies
A morning sweep, curtain beams,
I come to the conclusion
that you'll be in an observatory one day
If not by occupation then certainly in spirit.
And, at times, the world will try
and remove you from these observations
and I will try and keep you with them
It will be a tug of war until my end.
